Glee Fic: Miles to Go Before I Sleep
Title: Miles to Go Before I Sleep
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Author: Kagedtiger
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Fox and all the lovely people who create it.
Warnings/Spoilers: 3x05
Series: None
Summary: A very short missing scene from 3x05
Notes: Haha. Super pretentious title for a short piece that really doesn't deserve it. Also, there is no WAY that West Lima is walking distance from Westerville. I'm sorry. This is my head-canon.
Blaine had been walking for about fifteen minutes when he heard the hum of a car's engine suddenly slowing behind him, and the ominous crunch of gravel that indicated it had gone partially off the road onto the shoulder. There was a sobering second of panic - he was a young gay guy, short, alone, on the side of the road in the middle of the night far enough out into the wilderness that no one would hear him scream - before a glance behind him revealed a familiar vehicle.
Kurt didn't stop the car, but instead pulled up next to Blaine and followed alongside him at a walking pace. He rolled down the passenger side window and called across the breadth of the front seats, "Get in the car, Blaine."
"No," said Blaine petulantly. He wasn't going to ride with someone who didn't want him. This whole stupid affair had been Kurt's idea in the first place anyway. He hadn't even wanted to go to the bar. "I told you, I'm walking."
"Blaine, it's over thirty miles to your house from here. It's cold out. Get in the car."
Kurt's logic was tempting, but Blaine wasn't giving in so easily. "No!" he said again, louder this time. "You obviously don't want anything to do with me, so why should I? I'm just some drunk idiot that you hate, right? I'm walking, and you can't stop me!" Although admittedly he was VERY sorry he hadn't brought a jacket.
"Blaine, you're not even going in the right direction."
This gave Blaine pause, and Kurt stopped the car so he wouldn't drift past him. Blaine scowled at the ground. He really didn't want to be in the car right now, with someone he was so mad at, who was so mad at him. On the other hand, he really wasn't sure what road he was on right now.
He kicked the side of the curb angrily and yanked open the passenger side door, scrambling in and slamming it behind him. He avoided looking at Kurt by fumbling for his seatbelt.
Kurt glanced at the road carefully in either direction - although at this time of night there was no one coming for miles - and did a sharp, fast U-turn that hurled Blaine against the door. When they straightened out again, Kurt reached almost angrily for the car's temperature controls and twisted up the heat knob. A blast of warm air hit Blaine's face and only then did he realize how cold his nose was. It was dripping, too. Ew. He raised a hand up to the warm blowing air from the vent and let the heat slowly seep into his stiff fingers.
Kurt said nothing as they drove back to Westerville, his eyes on the road and his jaw firmly clenched. Blaine was totally fine with this - he didn't particularly want to talk either. It was only when they stopped in Blaine's driveway and Blaine looked over to offer a final pithy parting comment - he wasn't sure what it was going to be yet but it would definitely be clever - that he noticed there were tears tracking their way down Kurt's cheeks.
All of a sudden, Blaine really did feel like he wanted to throw up. He had never wanted to make Kurt cry. This was horrible. He was horrible.
"Please don't go off like that again," Kurt whispered, after they had sat several seconds in silence. "I was afraid something was going to happen to you."
"I won't," Blaine muttered. He couldn't bring himself to look over at Kurt. "Sorry." The apology was barely a mumble.
He slid out of the car and shut the door behind him, then had to open and shut it again when he noticed the seatbelt caught in the closed door. Everything in his head just seemed heavy and difficult, an unpleasant change from a mere hour ago when he'd felt light and happy and on top of the world, dancing with his boyfriend.
Blaine stood in his driveway and stared forlornly through the windshield at Kurt. It was a bit difficult to see him in the glare of the headlights, but the porch light by the front door illuminated enough for Blaine to see him wiping his cheeks, a hint of anger in the swiftness of his motions.
"G'night," Blaine said, although he wasn't sure if it was loud enough for Kurt to hear.
Kurt gave an angry, perfunctory wave, like he didn't want to but refused to sink to the pettiness of witholding a goodbye. With that Blaine heard him throw the car into reverse and ease back down the driveway.
Blaine watched him go, his own hand raised in a gesture that wasn't really coherent enough to be a return wave. He stood shivering in the cold air on his porch until the headlights of Kurt's car twinkled against the distant trees, and then were gone.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Author: Kagedtiger
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Fox and all the lovely people who create it.
Warnings/Spoilers: 3x05
Series: None
Summary: A very short missing scene from 3x05
Notes: Haha. Super pretentious title for a short piece that really doesn't deserve it. Also, there is no WAY that West Lima is walking distance from Westerville. I'm sorry. This is my head-canon.
Blaine had been walking for about fifteen minutes when he heard the hum of a car's engine suddenly slowing behind him, and the ominous crunch of gravel that indicated it had gone partially off the road onto the shoulder. There was a sobering second of panic - he was a young gay guy, short, alone, on the side of the road in the middle of the night far enough out into the wilderness that no one would hear him scream - before a glance behind him revealed a familiar vehicle.
Kurt didn't stop the car, but instead pulled up next to Blaine and followed alongside him at a walking pace. He rolled down the passenger side window and called across the breadth of the front seats, "Get in the car, Blaine."
"No," said Blaine petulantly. He wasn't going to ride with someone who didn't want him. This whole stupid affair had been Kurt's idea in the first place anyway. He hadn't even wanted to go to the bar. "I told you, I'm walking."
"Blaine, it's over thirty miles to your house from here. It's cold out. Get in the car."
Kurt's logic was tempting, but Blaine wasn't giving in so easily. "No!" he said again, louder this time. "You obviously don't want anything to do with me, so why should I? I'm just some drunk idiot that you hate, right? I'm walking, and you can't stop me!" Although admittedly he was VERY sorry he hadn't brought a jacket.
"Blaine, you're not even going in the right direction."
This gave Blaine pause, and Kurt stopped the car so he wouldn't drift past him. Blaine scowled at the ground. He really didn't want to be in the car right now, with someone he was so mad at, who was so mad at him. On the other hand, he really wasn't sure what road he was on right now.
He kicked the side of the curb angrily and yanked open the passenger side door, scrambling in and slamming it behind him. He avoided looking at Kurt by fumbling for his seatbelt.
Kurt glanced at the road carefully in either direction - although at this time of night there was no one coming for miles - and did a sharp, fast U-turn that hurled Blaine against the door. When they straightened out again, Kurt reached almost angrily for the car's temperature controls and twisted up the heat knob. A blast of warm air hit Blaine's face and only then did he realize how cold his nose was. It was dripping, too. Ew. He raised a hand up to the warm blowing air from the vent and let the heat slowly seep into his stiff fingers.
Kurt said nothing as they drove back to Westerville, his eyes on the road and his jaw firmly clenched. Blaine was totally fine with this - he didn't particularly want to talk either. It was only when they stopped in Blaine's driveway and Blaine looked over to offer a final pithy parting comment - he wasn't sure what it was going to be yet but it would definitely be clever - that he noticed there were tears tracking their way down Kurt's cheeks.
All of a sudden, Blaine really did feel like he wanted to throw up. He had never wanted to make Kurt cry. This was horrible. He was horrible.
"Please don't go off like that again," Kurt whispered, after they had sat several seconds in silence. "I was afraid something was going to happen to you."
"I won't," Blaine muttered. He couldn't bring himself to look over at Kurt. "Sorry." The apology was barely a mumble.
He slid out of the car and shut the door behind him, then had to open and shut it again when he noticed the seatbelt caught in the closed door. Everything in his head just seemed heavy and difficult, an unpleasant change from a mere hour ago when he'd felt light and happy and on top of the world, dancing with his boyfriend.
Blaine stood in his driveway and stared forlornly through the windshield at Kurt. It was a bit difficult to see him in the glare of the headlights, but the porch light by the front door illuminated enough for Blaine to see him wiping his cheeks, a hint of anger in the swiftness of his motions.
"G'night," Blaine said, although he wasn't sure if it was loud enough for Kurt to hear.
Kurt gave an angry, perfunctory wave, like he didn't want to but refused to sink to the pettiness of witholding a goodbye. With that Blaine heard him throw the car into reverse and ease back down the driveway.
Blaine watched him go, his own hand raised in a gesture that wasn't really coherent enough to be a return wave. He stood shivering in the cold air on his porch until the headlights of Kurt's car twinkled against the distant trees, and then were gone.